milliways_bar | Feb. 2nd, 2008

Feb. 2nd, 2008

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton's been out of the bar for a while. He's blissfully oblivious to any troubles within it.

Thus, he looks extremely cheerful at the moment. He's out back, shirt off and barefoot (he really needs to stop doing that in the middle of winter, it can't be healthy, but he doesn't seem to mind) hitting a punching bag and grinning.

Botherable.

callitavesper.livejournal.com

[ Happiness without a Shadow?

Disturbing imagery. Also contains quotes from On Her Majesty's Secret Service by Ian Fleming.

un petit tag: thy kingdom come plot ]

notanarc.livejournal.com

[oom: part ii: Ah! What is not a dream by day...

Warnings for blood & disturbing things. Also, this post is very open for tagging, but I won't be around until later this evening.]

Byers stumbles into Milliways moments after he wakes up, chest heaving under a wrinkled, first-two-buttons-undone dress shirt.

It was only a dream.

So why did he find a puddle of blood under his shoes?

It was only a dream. (It was probably just fruit punch or something.)

So why does his chest hurt?

It was only a dream. (He probably slept wrong...)

So why are the scents of cigarette smoke and sulfur lingering in his hair?

It was only a dream. (Maybe the guys had a party and he slept right through it?)

Frightened and disoriented, he falls onto the nearest couch and runs a shaky hand over his face.

It's too damn early for this.

He needs coffee.

"It was only a dream," he mutters to himself as he stands, shuffling over to Bar in his slippers.

You're dying, you know.

On the way to Bar, he coughs.

Just once.

It was only a dream.

Tinytag: Thy Kingdom Come, Kate Warner

corrie-go-bush.livejournal.com

Last night had been...bad.

Very bad. There is a poem about dreaming of heaven and picking a flower and waking up with it and oh what then, but Corrie doesn't have a heavenly flower. What she has are scraps and scabs on her palms and her knee.

She hadn't slept, after that.

Now, Corrie is downstairs, in front of the fire, trying to get warm.

It's not working.

Current Mood: scared

killitwithfire

See Axel.

See Axel sprawl.

Sprawl, Axel, sprawl.

...Needless to say, the couch by the fireplace is occupied. There miiiiiight be enough space left for something small and catshaped, or it might just be an illusion. Regardless, there's also a pot of tea within reach, one cup poured and steaming, and another waiting for...

Well, perhaps a friend. Perhaps anyone who decides to talk with him.

Perhaps you should ask.

dust-to-order.livejournal.com

It's been almost a year since Sooraya found Milliways, or it found her.
Today, she woke in her room after a less than restful night with an odd feeling that she might not be back for a long while, if ever.
The Door was there, and more than that, she felt a kind of pull toward it
that wasn't typical. Where she's from, listening to that sort of 'silent warning' was usually considered prudent.
After a long walk outside by the lake with Najla, she came back in to sit and have one for the road, as it were. Fried paradoxes, and she decided on
impulse to try a sip of "Atlantean". She'd been curious about that for some time. Patrons had mentioned it to her in passing.

After a (tiny) sip, she smiled, one eyebrow raised, and put it aside to ask for a mug of hot tea instead. Impressive, but she didn't want to be drunk while talking to people...especially if her suspicion proved right.

She put on her Security badge, while writing out a few short notes for her closest friends. To Will, Laura, Nancy, and a few others. She hoped she could
talk to them in person before she went, but she left the letters with Bar just in case.

( Will's note )

( Laura's )

( Nancy )

The messages sent, she took a seat near the Observation Window, people-watching and enjoying a quiet few hours.

((final exit post. Open to any and all tags for the next forty-eight hours, after which Sooraya's being retired from Milliways.
Thanks to everyone who played with her. *bows*))

mendanddefend_archive

There's a sound from the front door that should be fairly familiar to the Bar's patrons by now. The scaled-down car that rolls in, however, is brand new.

Literally, considering its owner just picked the alt mode last night.

Anyone wanna come say hi to the apparent new patron? Bob's looking forward to confusing some people.

Current Mood: mischievous

mycursedface

A woman walks into the Bar. She's a short woman, even with the high heels on her sandals. Her clothes are rather fetching, really, even down to the hijab that matches her dark purple skirt. She's also wearing glasses, wire-framed and expensively nice, and behind them her dark eyes are ringed in kohl.

Medusa, snakes hidden by the hijab (she's tied her hair into a heavy bun on the back of her head, it helps cover everything), walks in without a pause, and makes her way directly to the Bar and orders a glass of water.

Casablanca has always given her a headache, after all.

(as for her wings, well. They don't appear to be there...)

eirenikos

[OOM: The eastern world, it is exploding. Violence flarin’, bullets loadin’. You’re old enough to kill, but not for votin’. You don’t believe in war, but what’s that gun you’re totin’. Warning for violent death, allusions to rape, mass slaughter.]

There is a goddess on the couch near the fire. She can't quite remember how long she has been sitting there, or when she even arrived. There are drops of blood staining her forearms, hands, and there are light streaks of the coppery residue on normally pristine robes.

A cup of tea remains untouched on the coffee table in front of her, the liquid inside is cold, it is very possible that Eirene has forgotten it is there.

Her attention is settled on the flames in the hearth, though it does not appear she is looking at much of anything.

[tiny tag: Eirene
ooc: Mun will be in and out all day, expect some slows]

organicmeatbag.livejournal.com

[OOM: A perfect example of why the blinds always be closed before you approach your wife in the kitchen for a little 'alone time'. Those stupid pesky little holocams.]

penderwydd

Tegid sat looking out the observation window. He held his bandaged hands in his lap, blood was seeping through the bandages. Tegid looked like he hadn't slept in days. He was afraid to go to sleep now.

The dream was bothering him, more than many other things had, he wasn't sure of what to make of it.

Tegid is botherable, but be warned he is not happy.

Current Mood: worried

gone_byebye

Ray stayed at the Bar last night to get one good night's sleep before heading back to Nunavut. This... did not work. Compared to other people in the Bar he probably didn't have such a bad time, but still, the last thing you need when you're about to go out and face the possibility of something like Azathoth being summoned into your world is full Technicolor memories of the Cthulhu cultists who attempted to summon Big C out of the ocean off Coney Island.

So Ray's at one of the tables in his company T-shirt and cargo pants and Mr. Stay-Puft slippers, and if anyone tries to take his Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs away from him, he will hit them over the head with his spoon.

(OOC: Consider this the gathering-post for the Frozen Horrors plot, but it's by no means plotlocked. Tag away!)

ostro_goth

OOM: Time To Grieve -- in a nightmare!

[[Tinytag: 'Thy Kingdom Come' plot line. Warnings for disturbing imagery of death!]]

alien-bartender.livejournal.com

Taste-Testers Wanted
Try Opal Fire for free
and let me know what you think!

That's what the sign on my table said. I had a few shot glasses and a flagon of the stuff with me. Since Earth was a Type 4 civilization (primitive, one small spaceport for the whole planet), the makers of Opal Fire didn't think it was worth selling to - not in the usual way. But I was talking to them about distributing the liquor on Earth myself - not just serving it to the Draco Tavern, but shipping and selling it elsewhere. If I could get a distributor's license, I'd have myself a fairly profitable little sideline venture.

Assuming that people liked the stuff, that is. I'd have to sell Opal Fire at a markup to make it worth the manufacturer's while, and I wanted to make sure that humans would be willing to pay for it. I liked it myself, but I needed to do a little market research to make sure it appealed to other people's tastes.

Since there are never that many humans at the Draco Tavern and I was pressed for time, I got the idea of taking it to Milliways. Plenty of humans and willing taste-testers there.

[OOC: Opal Fire is not alcoholic, although it has similar effects. It has a complex, tart taste, dissolves and creates a tingling sensation in the mouth, and leaves a slight high for several seconds. You can't actually get drunk on it, although it would be a bad idea to drink too much in one go.]

evryinchbut1.livejournal.com

[In the staff hall:

With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends
Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears
Such hideous cries that, with the very noise,
I trembling wak'd, and for a season after
Could not believe but that I was in hell--

-Richard III, I.IV

Warnings for language and violence.]

[tinytag: thy kingdom come]

ostro_goth

Teja is sitting by the fireplace, holding a mug of tea, but not drinking any of it.

He stares into the flames with a grim face, eyes dark and deep and haunted, as if he had seen a ghost.

[[Tinytags: Tonio Treschi, Asher]]

rebel-falcon.livejournal.com

[OOM: Sleep?

...anything but peaceful.]

Han staggers downstairs after having wiped his face clean but the cuts are still there, as are the ones on his hands and arms. Some of the worse ones are still bleeding, but he's not paying enough attention.

"Bar?"

There's a large glass of Whyren's in a flash and he drinks it down before he retreats quickly to a booth and sits. His blaster is at his hip and his hands are shaking, wrapped around the glass.

Eventually he abandons holding onto the glass for threading his fingers into his hair.

"Just a dream..."

[tinytag: Thy Kingdom Come]

weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com

( oom: When getting out of bed is just too much effort, there's always coffee ~~and snuggles.~~

Rated C for cute, cuddles, coffee and crudeness. )

[ Tiny!Tag: Villiers ]

trustydriver.livejournal.com

[Out of Milliways: Where did Kit end up after the battle with the Russians?]

1mojojojo.livejournal.com

Mojo Jojo's cape swirls in through the front door with Mojo Jojo not too far on its heels. Er, hem.

He stands stock still. The cape keeps going. Then he laughs a maniacal laugh.

"MUAHAHAHAHA."

He's good with that kind of thing.

Until the cape wraps around his head.

"Stupid cape."

Tiny Simian Tag: Mojo Jojo

lissla-lissar.livejournal.com

Lissar, Ace, and Axel come bolting in the door. Lissar is putting her gun away, and Ace is protesting loudly that it's not her fault.

Lissar has a bandage on her left bicep, up near the shoulder.

gone_byebye

[OOM: Ray gathered up some friends and allies this morning, and they went to his world to Get Things Done.

Some of them had to rescue an entire submarine crew.

Some of them had to avert a human sacrifice.

And some of them just had to kick enormous amounts of ELDRITCH ASS.

In the end, some questions were answered... and some?

Some... weren't.]

It's Canada on the other side of the door. Ray pushes his way through, smelling of smoke and ozone and ... barbecue? Well, scorched meat, anyway. Among other more unpleasant things. He's got a large plastic bag slung over one shoulder, next to his proton pack; whatever is inside, it's got at least as many poky parts as an Alaskan king crab and it's as big as a good-sized dog. "Hi, Bar," he says. "Can I please have something really alcoholic? And a better means of transporting biological materials than a triple-layered Hefty bag?"

He gets a glass of something a distressingly opaque turquoise in color (Bar does not trust him with Atlantean) and a big cooler marked with the Biohazard FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THE GODS DO NOT TOUCH THIS BOX symbol.

"Thank you," says Ray, and heaves the Hefty bag into the cooler before sitting down to start in on the booze. "I appreciate it."

Current Music: "You Know My Name"

wheelsy_sheriff

[OOM: Thy Kingdom Come. The first trip in dreaming.]

Bill is at a table tonight, staring at it's surface, or past it. Really he's not seeing what's before him, just staring into space as his hands fiddle with a cup of cold coffee.

To look at him sleep would seem like a good idea.

To him sleep seems like a pretty bad one.

[tiny tags: Thy Kingdom Come]

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Thy Kingdom Come]

After being rescued by Atton from his nightmare experience, a very quiet Guppy is downstairs.

His left arm is in a sling; he doesn't want to risk moving it around for a bit. But his right is hard at work writing down everything he can remember about the incident, ready for Kate or anyone else who wants to know.

[Tinytag: Thy Kingdom Come]

yuppie-trash.livejournal.com

Suit.

When you're standing on the crossroads,

(Ermenegildo Zegna. Traditional pinstripes line a grey wool suit. Imported, Italy. Two-button front with notched lapels. Four interior pockets. Fully lined.)

That you cannot comprehend,

Tie.

Just remember that death is not the end.

(Lustrous Italian silk in a crisp geometric pattern. Royal blue against brick red.)

And all your dreams have vanished,

Wine.

And you don't know what's up the bend,

(1951 Penfolds Grange Hermitage. May 2004. Melbourne, Australia. Max Schubert's bold experiment that put Australian Shiraz on the map.)

Just remember that death is not the end.

Glass.

Not the end, not the end,

(Riedel crystal. From the Sommelier's collection. Exclusive.)

And a man watching a door.

Just remember that death is not the end--

--the bar is.

cutting_edgex23

[OOM: Sometimes experimental data is best gained from direct observation. Sometimes that only makes everything more confusing.]

It is easier to hide in Milliways, to sit quietly in a booth, sipping a glass of milk, and considering what happened.

So that is where X goes, stopping by the bar to pick up a plate of spaghetti. Her eyes widen in startlement when she is also presented with an iPod. She would know it was from Susannah even without their previous conversation, the woman's smell is all over the small bit of electronics.

And because she his curious about the other woman's passion for music, and wonders what exactly this gift might mean, X puts the earbuds in her ear after she's settled down.

It is interesting, at the very least.

the_cupbearer

Ganymede is at a booth...well, uhm, fidgeting.

It isn't much, just a little twitch, here and there, and slight squirm as he sips at the wine in his glass or, more often, just sloshes the stuff carefully around it contain, watching the red liquid flow in circle after circle.

Still, either because his pent-up energy has reached truly epic proportions or just because he's a show-off, there's something dramatic about the presentation of the whole thing, making it just blatant enough to fly above the rader, so to speak.

Botherable doesn't even begin to express it.

apollinares.livejournal.com

Apollo's outside, hunting demon rabbits.

He's discovered that there is a spot on a demon rabbit's head where, if you shoot it, it will blow up.

Naturally, he's having a lot of fun.

Join him?

[ ooc; I am officially lame and have to run - slowtimes will be picked up, as will new tags. Sankyuuuu~. ]

k_in_black

Agent K comes strolling in from the Frozen North, bearing an absolutely enormous gun and a very satisfied look on his face. He strolls over to Bar, and takes a seat, propping the gun up beside him.

"Bourbon, please, Darlin'."

Yup. It's been one fine day.

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

Ginny is sitting in a booth nursing a root beer float. She is working on charms homework. Mostly it’s going well flipping the page she works on more. Oddly enough the bar seems quieter then her dorm. She doesn’t seem to be as depressed either, that was probably Madam Pompfrey’s potion, and sleep.

She would welcome company, would offer them a float of their own.

spooky-shrink.livejournal.com

Malcolm has come downstairs, but no bourbon for him tonight. There are a few things he wants to check on in the infirmary, and he figures he might as well pull a shift there. It's been quiet in the bar lately, but that sort of thing never lasts for long.

Much as he might wish it would.

evryinchbut1.livejournal.com

Technically, Valerie's supposed to be on waitress duty tonight.

But she didn't sleep well last night -- not well at all -- and she's not exactly in the mood.

Her apron and tray are on the floor next to the armchair she's curled up in, as if she might yet start her rounds. But for the moment, she's splitting her attentions between a glass of Scotch and an unfocused consideration of the Observation Window.

Her lower lip has been split at one corner of her mouth; it's half-closed up by now, but the alcohol still makes it sting.

[tinytag: thy kingdom come]

dr_temperance

Wonder Woman is in the bar.

Correction. A very tired forensic anthropologist wearing a full-on Wonder Woman costume is in the bar.

This is the problem with gala fund raising parties at the Jeffersonian. It's mandatory for the scientists to attend and rub shoulders with important donors. Unfortunately, for the medico-legal lab at any rate, work doesn't conform to a convenient schedule. Emergency cases have a way of clashing with parties.

(And sometimes those parties involve costumes.)

It's no wonder Brennan looks a little tired as she places her order at the bar. "Coffee, please. Black."

dingdongdoodily.livejournal.com

In through the door comes a 5'6" mass of red hair, fishnets, leather and neon. He smells like a cocktail got in a fight with a bong and lost, and he has on more makeup than Joan Rivers.

That's right, what you have before you is a 17 year old rock star from the 1980s. He's singing to himself, and knows full well that he'd just stepped into a place that was NOT his dressing room, and if it was, it was the biggest, coolest damn dressing room in the history of ever.

"Dude. This is a bar." Said Pickles.

He shrugged it off and proceeded to take a seat at a table and kicked his feet up onto another chair, and lit up a cigarette.